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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Trouble ch4 - Paradise Lost by Rachael Ross (FFf/tg, First, Teen, Incest, Romance, Pregnant)
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Girl Trouble - Paradise Lost Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights
reserved Story Codes: FFf/tg, First, Teen, Incest, Romance, Pregnant

   Synopsis: The final chapter in the story of Amanda, a 13 year old girl
who finds out she isn't like all of the other girls in the feminist
community of Venice, Vermont.  Amanda and her family are confronted with
the concern of their neighbors and forced to make a tough decision
regarding Amanda's future in Venice.
Note: This is the fourth chapter of Girl Trouble and I seriously suggest
that you read the first three chapters before starting this one.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   Girl Trouble Chapter 4 - Paradise Lost

   By Rachael

   "What do you think they're sayin in there?" Becky asked me.  We were
back by the creek, back at the scene of the crime.

   "I don't know." I shrugged.  "I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

   "I didn't get in trouble." Becky smiled at me.  "Mom just yelled a lot,
but she always does that."

   "Yeah, but still..." I sighed.

   "Did you get in trouble?" She asked me, brushing her brown hair out of
her brown eyes.

   "No." I shook my head.  "My mom just said she was gonna talk to your
mom."

   "Yeah."

   We were dressed nice for church, but there wasn't any church this
Sunday. It was a town meeting instead and the first thing the adults did
was kick all the kids out, even me and Becky, which was surprising cause we
were sort of the reason for the meeting in the first place.  Me more than
Becky really, since I had a penis and she didn't.

   Most of the other kids stayed close to the church, which was really an
old barn that had been remodeled a little.  It was still drafty on the
inside though, and still red on the outside, but that was okay.  It was
kinda neat going to church in a barn.  Usually.

   "Do you still love me?" Becky asked me.

   "Yeah, of course I do." I gave her a funny look.  "Why wouldn't I?"

   "I don't know." She licked her lips.  "Sonya said sometimes a boy says
that he loves a girl just so he can have sex with her."

   "I'm not a boy." I said.

   "That's what mom said." Becky nodded.  "She likes you a lot."

   "I like your mom too." I played with my dress a little.  It was white
with purple flowers on it and a purple ribbon tied around my waist.

   "She said I was too young to get married though." Becky sighed.

   "That's what my mom said too." I looked at Becky and she was so pretty I
felt like my heart was shaking.  "She said after I go to college I can get
married."

   "That's a long time." Becky was wearing a green dress, really dark green
with yellow trim and a white bloused top.  She had her knees up, hugging
them and she put her chin in the little valley between them.

   "It's forever." I closed my eyes.  "Do you know what forever looks
like?"

   "No."

   "Close your eyes, really tight." I said.

   "Okay."

   "Now put your hands over them."

   "Yeah."

   "Are you doin it?" I asked her.

   "Uh-huh."

   "Is it really dark, like black?"

   "Yeah." Becky breathed.

   "That's forever." I stared at the blackness.  "Can you see it?"

   "Yeah." Becky said softly.  "I see it."

   =-=-=-=-=-

   We walked back home, me and my sisters, following our two moms.  Nobody
talked, even though we were all curious about what had happened.  It was a
long meeting, more than two hours, and that seemed like it was a lot longer
than it should have been.

   "Sit down, all of you." Mom said, and she was standing while we found
our places in the living room.  Marcia went straight to the kitchen and she
didn't look very happy at all.  She was sort of temperamental and when she
got mad she got really mad, luckily it took an awful lot to make her angry.
She only got mad about once a year.  Mom was just the opposite; she could
get mad in an instant and did about 6 times a day, but 5 minutes later it
was done and forgotten.  Marcia would stay hopping mad for a week, but mom
couldn't stay mad no matter how hard she tried.  It just wasn't in her.

   "Those ugly bitches...stupid cunts..." Marcia was talking to herself in
the kitchen and every now and then something would get slammed on the
counter, or the floor maybe, and we'd all jump.

   "We're going to move." Mom said, looking around at us.  "We're not going
to stay here anymore."

   "What?  Why?" My 15 year old sister Carol asked.

   "I don't wanna move!" Tricia protested, she was sixteen.  "All my
friends are here!"

   "What happened, mom?" Veronica asked.  She was the oldest, being almost
18 years old then.

   "They want a female community, a totally female community." Mom took a
deep breath.  "They know Amanda is a girl and, well, there was a lot of
talking.  The problem isn't with Amanda, it's with her penis and
testicles."

   Marcia came in from the kitchen, looking red faced and frowning.

   "So why do we gotta move?" Trish persisted.

   "They said we have to leave?" Veronica looked like she didn't really
believe it.

   "No, they didn't say that, but if Amanda stays...if we stay, because
we're not living anyplace without her obviously, then they uh..."

   "They want to cut off her balls." Marcia practically growled.  "Her cock
too, the stupid bitches."

   "What?" I hadn't said anything but hearing those words made it feel like
my penis was trying to crawl up inside me.

   "They said you could stay, but you'd have to get an operation." My mom
looked at me.  "You'd have to get a sex change."

   "A sex change?" Carol stared at my mom.  We all did.

   "You believe that?  Telling a 13 year old she has to get a sex change to
live in this shithole?" Marcia shook her head.  "I'll give them a sex
change!  I'll..."

   "Marcia..." My mom gave her a look.

   "Yeah, yeah..." Marcia nodded, biting back whatever it was she wanted to
do to the good women of Venice Vermont.  "Sorry kids." She tried to smile
at us.

   "So get the operation." Tricia said.  "I don't wanna move!"

   "Tricia..." My mom looked at her, giving my sister a warning, but Trish
was busy pointing a finger at me.

   "It's her fault anyway!  If she hadn't made a baby with that stupid
Becky none of this woulda happened and..."

   SLAP!!

   My mom shocked us when she slapped Tricia's face.  I don't think any of
us had ever been slapped before, even though we might have deserved it once
or twice.  Tricia rubbed her cheek and her green eyes filled with tears.

   "It's not Amanda's fault, don't say that, and don't even think it." Our
mom said.  "That's the way those people out there think.  We came here to
get away from those kinds of people, but they found us anyway."

   "All those self-righteous hypocrites talking about how we have real
freedom here, how we can be ourselves and live the way people were meant
to." Marcia added, shaking her head.  "They're disgusting."

   "There's nothing wrong with Amanda, that's the first thing.  Her body is
fine the way it is and if she decides to change it later...if SHE decides
to change it, then it will be for her reasons and not anyone else's." Mom
looked at us slowly, every one of us.  "Do you understand me?"

   "Yeah mom...yes...yeah..." We all answered.

   "Do you understand me Patricia?" Mom looked at Trish, who was hardly
ever called Patricia, and my sister nodded.

   "Yes."

   "Good." My mom nodded.  "I know you guys have friends here and so do we
and it will hurt for us to leave them.  A lot of people stuck up for us and
some other people are going to be moving away too, I think..."

   "Damn right." Marcia said.  "They got a wakeup call today..."

   "...so what we have to do is just spend as much time as we can with our
friends, right?  We're not moving to the moon or anything, you'll still be
friends after we move.  So we have a few weeks probably, maybe a month
and..."

   "The sooner the better..." Marcia said.

   "...we spend our time wisely.  We don't hold grudges or get mad or make
trouble, okay?  We still have a lot of friends, people who care about us,
and we spend our time being with them, being happy and finding the things
in Venice that we want to bring with us, that we want to remember.  That's
what's important now.  Not the reasons why, or who said what, or who did
what.  That's all done with now."

   "But..." I cleared my throat.  "...What about Becky?  I mean...What if
she's pregnant?"

   "Then she'll have her baby.  Nancy and Sonya will be very happy, believe
me, and they'll love it and care for it and everything will be fine, I
promise." Mom was speaking to me gently.  "And they won't forget about you,
okay?  If Becky has a baby it'll always be yours too, even if you can't
always be here to take care of it like you want too.  We talked about this
already, right?"

   "Yeah." I looked down at the floor.

   "Where are we gonna go?" Veronica asked.

   None of us really knew anything about the rest of the world, dumb as
that sounds.  I mean we had geography in school, and television, and
magazines and stuff, but none of that really seemed real when you never
left the town.  I'd never even been to Burlington.  Veronica had been
almost 5 years old when we'd moved here, so maybe she remembered a little,
but I doubted it.  I didn't remember a thing since I'd still been in my
mom's tummy at the time.  I was a Venice native, one of only a handful and
sort of special that way, but I guess it wasn't special enough when I
really needed it to be.

   "Where do you guys wanna live?" Mom asked, giving us a genuine smile,
the first all afternoon.

   "Someplace hot!" Carol said.

   "Someplace with beaches!" I smiled.

   "Hawaii!" Tricia giggled and it was nice that she wasn't crying anymore.

   "Yeah, Hawaii would be nice!" Veronica agreed happily.  "Can we live
there?"

   "Ummm..." My mom made a face.  "That's kinda far."

   "We were thinking someplace we could drive to." Marcia was smiling too,
a little.  "Not too big, not too small..."

   "How about this..." My mom held up her hand cause we were all talking at
once.  "We'll decide next Sunday, okay?  Right after church.  Everybody
find a place you want us to live, find out about it, make a little
presentation, with pictures and facts.  Whoever can give us the best place
with the best reasons, then that's where we'll go.  Okay?"

   "That sounds like homework." Tricia frowned.

   "It is homework." Marcia laughed.  "But pretty good homework, don't you
think?

   "I guess." Tricia shrugged.

   "Just make sure the place you pick is somewhere in the United States..."

   "Not including Alaska or Hawaii." Marcia added.

   "...no bigger than ohhh...a million people, let's say, and...what else?"
Mom looked at Marcia.

   "And no state taxes." Marcia grinned.

   "Well, no state taxes is a plus." Mom laughed.

   That was the nice thing about having a writer and an artist for parents,
they could work anyplace they wanted and they made pretty good money.  I
didn't know exactly how much, but I knew we paid cash for our house in
Venice and it was a nice one.  But houses were probably cheap there anyway;
I mean it was Vermont afterall.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-

   "I wonder if I can get a boyfriend after we move." Carol said.  We were
sitting outside in the backyard.  We had some old lawn chairs and we were
drinking grape juice.

   "Yeah, probably." I shrugged.

   "That'll be weird." Carol giggled.  "What do you say to a boy?"

   "I don't know." I looked at her.  "Probably it's just like talking to a
girl."

   "They're probably different though."

   "Yeah." I nodded.

   "What about you?" Carol looked at me.

   "What about me what?"

   "Are you gonna get a boyfriend?" Carol sipped her juice, sucking an ice
cube into her mouth.

   "No.  I'm gonna get married to Becky when I'm old enough." I said.

   "That's like ten years from now." Carol giggled and it was hard to
understand her with the ice between her teeth.

   "So?"

   "So, you can still have a boyfriend if you want." Carol shrugged.  "It
ain't like she's gonna know."

   I rolled my eyes.  "You sound like Trish now."

   "Why?" Carol shrugged.  "Think about it, we might move all the way
across the country, like California or someplace."

   "We might move to New Hampshire too." I said.

   "Yeah right." Carol was rolling her eyes now.

   "I don't want a boyfriend." I shook my head.  "I love Becky."

   "Whatever." Carol shrugged.  She didn't believe me.

   "Hey, what are two doin'?" Trish was coming out.

   "Speak of the devil." Carol giggled.

   "Just talkin, what are you doin?" I asked.

   "Nothin, trying to think of someplace to live." Trish shrugged and sat
down with us.  "I don't wanna move though."

   "None of us do." I said.

   "I'm sorry about what I said before, Amanda." Tricia surprised me.  "I
didn't mean it like that."

   "I know, its okay." I smiled so she'd know it was alright.

   "Hey um, after I get my period, do you wanna break my hymen thing?"
Trish asked me.

   "I dunno." I rubbed my eye with my finger, blinking a couple times. 
"It's like everybody gets hurt when I do it."

   "Didn't hurt me!" Carol grinned at me.

   "Well, you're different." I giggled.  "You broke it already."

   "It's okay, mom said she'd watch, her and Marcia.  They like watching us
do it she said." Tricia was smiling.  "Come on, please?"

   "They do?" Carol asked.

   "Yeah, okay." I nodded.

   "Uh-huh, kinda strange huh?  Having mom and Marcia watchin' us." Trish
laughed.

   "I wonder if they'll 69 again." I said.

   "Probably." Carol nodded.  "I bet they do it all the time."

   "Yeah." I nodded.

   "You think mom's sexy?" Trish asked me.

   "No." I laughed.  "She's just mom."

   "How about Marcia?" Trish was leaning forward, her voice a little
softer.

   "No." I shook my head.  "She's our mom too."

   "Yeah but..." Trish sighed.

   "You like them?" Carol asked, her green eyes getting big.  "I mean
like...that?"

   "Yeah." Trish licked her lips.  "I uh, yeah..." She giggled nervously.

   "What?" I leaned forward too.

   "Nothing." Trish shrugged.  "I just like it, I dunno.  I want to kiss
them and stuff, especially mom."

   "You should ask her." Carol suggested.  "She'd probably let you do it."

   "You think so?" Trish was biting her lip.

   "She ain't gonna get mad." I said.  "Go ahead and ask."

   "Yeah, maybe..." Trish nodded.

   "Everybody's out here, huh?" Veronica was joining us.  "You guys pick a
good place to live yet?" She sat down in one of the wicker lawn chairs.

   "Amanda wants to live in New Hampshire." Carol giggled.

   "So?" I lifted my hands, like what was the big deal about that?

   "How's your pussy?" Tricia asked Veronica.

   "It's okay, just kinda sore." Veronica was still wearing her church
dress and she lifted her skirt and pulled her panty to the side so we could
see it.

   "It looks big." Carol said.

   "It's always big, she's grown up already." Trish laughed.

   "No, I mean um...swollen, kinda." Carol replied.

   "Yeah, it is a little I think." Veronica nodded.  "Marcia said Amanda
really ripped my hymen good."

   "That wasn't my fault." I said.  Her pussy wasn't just swollen a little,
it was really pink and red inside when Veronica pulled her lips apart for
us.

   "I know." Veronica nodded.  We all looked at Trish and she looked down
sheepishly.  "I didn't tell Marcia about it though."

   "I said I was sorry." Trish muttered.

   "I'm gonna break Tricia's hymen after her period is done." I told
Veronica.  "Then she'll know what it's like."

   "I just want it to get better so we can do it again." Veronica smiled at
me.  "Marcia said the more we do it the better it'll feel, so I wanna do it
a lot."

   "You need a boyfriend, Vee." Carol grinned.  "Maybe two, then you can do
it like 6 times a day or something."

   "That's a lot." I laughed.

   "Yeah, a boyfriend would be nice." Veronica agreed.  "Mom said I
couldn't get one til after college, but she was joking."

   "I'm gonna get a boyfriend as soon as we move." Carol promised.  "So's
Amanda."

   "Really?" Trish looked at me.

   "You guys better ask mom about that." Veronica said.

   "No." I answered.

   "If you get a boyfriend and he wants to do it..." Trish narrowed her
eyes.  "What are you gonna do?"

   "I'm not getting a boyfriend." I sighed.

   "Yeah but if you do." Tricia was smiling, teasing me now.  "You gonna
let him squirt in your butt or something?"

   "Ewww!" Carol made a face.

   "That would be weird." Veronica laughed.

   "No way." I shook my head.

   "Well, what are you gonna do then?  Just lick it all the time?" Tricia
pressed me.

   "I don't know.  I've never even seen a real boy, maybe I won't like
them." I said.

   "You will." Veronica predicted.  "Even mom likes boys."

   "Even Marcia likes boys." Carol laughed.  "Or she used to til she met
mom."

   "Well..." I didn't have an answer.  All I could think about was Becky.

   "Probably you'll meet some cute boy and fall in love and he'll break
your butt hymen and you won't even care." Tricia was giggling.

   "A butt hymen?" Veronica giggled.

   "All girls have a hymen, Amanda must have it in her butt." Trish
shrugged.

   "Then how does poop come out, brainiac?" Veronica shook her head.

   "Uhhh..." Trish made a face.

   "You're so weird Trish." Carol giggled.

   I was just glad I didn't have a butt hymen; that might have really
sucked.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Hi." I said into the phone.  "Is um, Becky there?"

   "Oh, hi Amanda." It was Becky's mom.  "Yeah she's here, hold on." And
then I heard her muffled voice yelling for Becky to come downstairs.

   "Hey, why don't you come over tonight for dinner?" Nancy asked, sounding
real nice.  But she was always nice to me, so maybe it was just normal
nice.

   "Oh um, I don't know..."

   "Please?  We haven't had a chance to talk yet.  It's okay, really." She
was sort of insisting.

   "I'll ask my mom." I promised.

   "Okay, good, we'll eat around six...Here's Becky."

   "Okay."

   "Hi!" Becky's smiling voice filled my ear.

   "Hi." I was smiling too suddenly.

   "What are you doing?" She asked me.

   "I just wanted to say hi.  I guess I'm gonna come over for dinner."

   "Yeah, mom was just telling me to call you." Becky giggled.  "You must
have that esp stuff."

   "I wish." I laughed.  "Then I'd know if we were gonna have a baby or
not."

   "Yeah, I know." Becky sighed.  "Mom said she was gonna get a pregnancy
test thing in Burlington."

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "I think it's like a blood test or something.  I hope it doesn't hurt."

   "I never heard of that.  Can your mom get extra ones?" I asked, thinking
of my sisters.  "Or do you have to go to the hospital or something, like a
prescription?"

   "I don't know.  You can ask her tonight when you come over."

   "Yeah, I will." I nodded to myself.

   "Did your mom tell you about the meeting?" Becky asked, and her voice
had kind of a nervous edge to it.

   "Yeah." I sighed.  "She said they want me to get a operation to cut off
my penis."

   "Are you gonna do it?" Becky asked and she didn't sound shocked or
anything so I figured her mom must have already told her about it too.

   "No way." I said.  "Mom wouldn't let me anyway."

   "Yeah, I wouldn't do it if I was you." Becky said.  "That's just crazy."

   "Yeah." I agreed.

   "So what are you gonna do?"

   "Uh, I don't know." I lied, just a little one.  I didn't want to say we
were moving over the phone.

   "Hey, my mom wants me.  I'll see you later, okay?"

   "Okay." I said.  "I love you."

   "I love you too.  Bye."

   "Bye."

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   I dressed nice for dinner at Becky's house, not for any real reason
except I wanted to.  I wanted to look more grown up than my 13 years and
maybe prove that I was serious about wanting to get married, even though
I'd begun to realize that nobody else took it seriously.  I think my
parents just thought it was cute, maybe Becky's mom thought so too.  Just a
couple little girls playing make believe.  But our baby wasn't gonna be
make believe.

   I put on one of Tricia's old dresses; it was too small for her in the
top because her boobs had really grown and she'd barely worn it except to
church once or twice.  I liked it because it looked sorta serious, with a
black pleated skirt that was just above my knees and a white sleeveless top
buttoned up the front.  It had a blazer that came with it and that was
kinda neat too, black like the skirt and very lightweight.

   I brushed my long golden hair out and even put on a little bit of
makeup. We didn't have a whole lot of makeup around our house, not like
you'd expect with 6 women living together.  Mom and Marcia had theirs, but
none of us girls had very much, not even Veronica.  Mom said we didn't need
any because we were all so pretty anyway, but I think it was really just
because there weren't many reasons to wear makeup.  Veronica and Trish had
both gone on dates before, and Veronica even had a steady girlfriend for
awhile, but they were other girls from Venice so it was pretty casual
anyway.

   "Wow, you look nice." Veronica was smiling at me.  I'd borrowed her
lipstick, which was sort of a pinkish red color.

   "You think Becky will like it?" I smiled at my oldest sister's
reflection in the mirror.  I was using Veronica's vanity, which was an
antique and looked like it, all dented and scratched.  Marcia kept saying
she was gonna refinish it, but she never did.

   "Yeah." Veronica nodded.  "Hey, let me see your panties."

   "What?" I almost laughed.  "Why?"

   "Cause, you should look nice all over."

   I had no idea what Vee was talking about, but I twisted her lipstick and
put the top on it with a little shrug.  I stood up and faced her, lifting
my skirt to show her the plain white panties I was wearing.

   "Hmmm..." Veronica nodded.  "Here..." She went to her dresser, opening
the bottom drawer and digging under some of her clothes.  "Try these."

   She handed me a small pair of black lacy panties that looked way to
small for her.  They would probably fit me pretty good, but they were so
flimsy.  I just kind of looked at them for a minute, holding them up and
smiling.  There was a thin cotton panel, but the rest of it was thin and
woven with some sort of floral design that showed as much as it would
cover.

   "Where'd you get these from?" I asked Veronica.

   "I got them from Denise." She giggled.  "She let me keep them."

   "Denise?" I had to think about that.  "She moved like 2 years ago or
something."

   "Yeah." Veronica nodded.  "She was my first girlfriend, remember?  Try
them on."

   "She gave you her panties?" I giggled, peeling my plain panties down and
kicking them off my feet.

   "She wanted to give me something." Veronica shrugged.  "So I'd remember
her."

   "I guess you do, huh." I pulled the black panties up carefully, pushing
my penis down close by my testicles.  They were snug, but comfortable and
sort of cool since they were mostly lace.  "Air conditioning." I giggled.

   "See?  It looks nice.  Really sexy." Veronica was smiling.

   "Yeah but nobody can see them." I laughed.

   "So?  Sexy underwear is more for you than anybody else anyway.  It's
supposed to make you feel good."

   "I do feel good." I smiled, smoothing my skirt back into place. 
"Thanks, Vee."

   "Sure." She gave me a hug.  "I love you sis.  Just um, don't give them
to Becky, okay?"

   I hugged my sister back.  "I love you too."

   "And don't let mom catch you wearing those." Veronica smiled, our green
eyes meeting.

   "I won't." I grinned.  Mom probably wouldn't care, but we didn't really
know that for sure.  She could be cool with a lot of stuff and then go a
little crazy over something else for no reason at all.  But maybe all moms
were like that.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   Becky had decided to dress up too, which was nice.  She was so pretty
anyway, being just a hair under 5 feet tall with her brown hair just tinged
with red.  She wore a long tan skirt and a yellow sweater that really
hugged her small body and budding breasts.  She was smiling shyly when she
opened the front door and I felt my heart beating faster.  My penis was
hard too, but it was easy to know why, the reason was standing right in
front of me.

   "Hi." I said.

   "Hi Amanda." Becky was looking down a little.  "You look nice."

   "You're beautiful." I said.  I really wanted to kiss her then, but her
mom was walking into the living room behind her.

   "Well, let her in." Nancy smiled.  "Hi Amanda."

   "Hi." I stepped in, smelling Becky as I slipped past her.  She used
lilac scented baby powder.

   Nancy was a writer and she wrote plays mostly, like the kind they show
on Broadway in New York City.  She was really nice and very pretty, like
Becky except all grown up.  Her hair was short though and more red than
brown, but otherwise she was just a big Becky with big round hips and large
firm breasts.  I hadn't paid a lot of attention before, but now that Becky
was my girlfriend I couldn't help but imagine Becky when she was 30 or 35
years old, all grown up and sexy like her mom.

   "Hey Amanda." Sonja was coming in too, just as Nancy was giving me a
hug.

   Sonya was a director and she was pretty famous, but she didn't want to
be.  She directed plays sometimes, mostly plays that Nancy wrote, and she
directed movies too.  Sonya loved directing, but she hated being away for
too long and during her last movie she'd brought Nancy and Becky with her
to England for almost 4 months.

   She was older than Nancy, like almost 40 I think, but attractive anyway
with whitish-blonde hair tied back in a short ponytail and bright blue
eyes. Sonya had a strong face, almost masculine, so she was more handsome I
suppose, than pretty, but it suited her.  She had a small body too and that
was always surprising.  Once you talked to Sonya and spent time with her
you started thinking she was really big, like she just grew in front of
your eyes, and later, if you tried to describe her to someone else you'd
always say she was tall and big and strong.  But she was just 5'2" maybe
and a hundred pounds at the most.

   "Hi." I smiled at Sonya and let her hug me too.  She held me really
tight and kissed my cheek.

   "I'm so sorry about what happened today." She said softly and I just
nodded.  "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah." I nodded.  "My step-mom is pretty mad though."

   "I bet she is." Sonya nodded, letting me go.

   "We all are, dear." Nancy said.  "Come on, I made lasagna, so I hope
you're hungry." She was smiling because she knew lasagna was my favorite.

   "You know, we're really hoping Becky's pregnant." Sonya said.  We were
sitting in the sun room, well one of them.  They had one for breakfast that
faced east, and one for dinner that faced west.  It was a really nice
house.

   "Me too." I smiled, feeling very relieved.  The way Sonya had acted the
day before I'd been a little worried that maybe we were in trouble.

   "I can't wait to feel it." Becky rubbed her tummy a little and her mom
laughed at her.

   "Don't worry, sweetie, you will." Nancy turned to look at me, "Sonya and
I have wanted a baby for a long time.  We want you to know that whatever
happens, we'll take good care of your baby, Amanda."

   I didn't really know what to say to that, but it sounded like there was
something more she wanted to say.

   "We um, we're going to move." Becky said, and I guessed that she'd
decided she wanted to be the one to tell me.  She was looking down, just
playing with her lasagna, stabbing the fork into it gently.

   "You are?" I didn't really feel like eating either.

   "We're moving to New York." Nancy said, "I have a new play, the
financing is all set and we start pre-production in a few weeks.  Sonya is
going to be the director."

   "Oh." I looked down too.

   "We can't stay here, not after what happened today." Sonya shook her
head.  "It isn't right.  You and Becky have nothing to be ashamed about,
we're very proud of both of you.  You should always trust your heart,
Amanda."

   "Okay." I looked at her, sucking my lips.

   "You can come visit me, if you want.  We're gonna live by Central Park,
mom says it's nice." Becky told me, reaching over to touch my arm.

   "It's real nice and you can come whenever you want and stay for as long
as you want." Sonya added.

   "And you have to come when the baby's born, right?" Nancy was smiling at
me, trying to be encouraging.

   "Yeah, I will." I nodded, trying to smile back, but it was hard.  "I'm
uh, well..." I paused for a moment.  "...We're moving too." I looked at
Becky and she was frowning a little.

   "Do you know where?" Nancy asked.

   "No." I shook my head.  "We're gonna decide next Sunday.  We have to
think about it first."

   "Yeah, that's always a good idea." Sonya laughed lightly, sipping her
wine.

   "Maybe you can live in New York." Becky said hopefully.

   "No, I think my moms want us to live someplace kinda small, like here."
I shrugged.  "Someplace without any taxes."

   That made Nancy and Sonya laugh and I blushed a little cause I didn't
know why it was funny.

   "Can I visit you?  After you move?" Becky asked.  "Can I mom?"

   "Of course you can, if it's okay with Amanda." Nancy smiled.  "And you
guys can talk all the time on the phone, or on the internet.  You're always
going to be best friends no matter where you are."

   "I know." I nodded.  "I just wish I was with her when...you know, Becky
starts getting really pregnant and stuff."

   "You wanna see me get fat?" Becky giggled.

   "You're not gonna get fat." I giggled too.  "You're gonna be beautiful.
More beautiful, I mean."

   "Yes she will." Sonya agreed with a warm smile that made Becky blush
sweetly.

   "But you know..." Nancy said slowly.  "...Becky might not be pregnant
yet."

   "You don't think she's pregnant?" I looked at Becky's mom.

   "I didn't say that, she probably is." Nancy held up her hand.  "I was
just thinking maybe you should, um...

   "Make sure?" Sonya suggested.

   "...yeah.  Make sure." Nancy nodded.

   "You want us to do it again, mom?" Becky stared at her mother.

   "Only if you want to." Nancy shrugged.

   "A couple more times at least." Sonya said.  "Every day this week."

   "Every day?" I swallowed hard.  My penis was hard again, pressing at the
thin lace of my panties.

   "Okay." Becky replied eagerly.  "I'll do it, if Amanda wants to." She
was looking at me.

   "Yeah, I guess so." I shrugged.  I didn't mind at all, except... 
"You're not too sore or anything?"

   "A little," Becky answered, "But that's okay, right mom?"

   "Sure, as long as Amanda's slow and gentle..."

   "Oh she is!" Becky assured her mother.  "It felt really good."

   "Then it's no problem.  You girls can do it in me and Sonya's bed, if
you want."

   "We can even help." Sonya grinned at Nancy.  "If they want us to."

   "Sure yeah, it'll be fun." Becky looked around excitedly.  "Right
Amanda?"

   "Yeah, okay." I nodded.  I wasn't sure what Sonya meant by helping us
though, we'd managed to do okay the first time we'd done it I thought.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Will you get mad if I kiss your girlfriend, Becky?" Sonya asked.  We
were altogether in the large bedroom Nancy and Sonya shared and I didn't
know what to expect.

   "You want to kiss me?" I looked at Sonya and she was smiling at me.

   "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time, Amanda." She was close to me,
reaching down to take my hands in hers.  "I was waiting until you were
older, but now you're old enough and it's almost too late." She sighed. 
"Just goes to show..." Her mouth was close to mine I felt my heart
thumping.

   "What?" I whispered.

   "...Don't put off til tomorrow, what you want to do today." And then she
was kissing me, lightly at first, with just the tip of her tongue playing
across my slightly parted lips.

   "Mmmm...Such a sweet little girl you are, Amanda." Sonya was staring
into my eyes.

   "But what about Becky?" I wondered softly, feeling really weird kissing
Sonya in front of my girlfriend.

   "Take a look." Sonya turned her head and I followed her gaze, giving a
small gasp as I saw that she was clutching her mother tightly while Nancy's
tongue was obviously working deep in Becky's mouth.

   "They're kissing." I said dumbly.

   "We've loved Becky since she was very small." Sonya said.  "Now we want
to love you too."

   And then she was kissing me again and I responded eagerly.  I was
growing warm inside and out and my penis was swollen in my panties,
throbbing so hard I had to push it against Sonya's sex.  She was wearing
loose hkaki trousers and a soft silk blouse, and we were almost exactly the
same size, which was strange because she was so much older than me.  She
made me feel so small like that, so safe and protected too.  Her mouth was
warm and wet and her kisses were gentle, slow and purposeful and she made
my own efforts seem clumsy.

   I felt Sonya's hands sliding down my back, down to feel my butt through
my dress, and she squeezed me with her fingers, drawing me even closer.  I
knew she could feel the hard lump between my thighs and she must have liked
it.  Sonya was grinding herself against it, breathing in my mouth and it
was a lot like having sex without actually doing it.

   "Ummm, you kiss nice, Amanda." Sonya drew back slightly and brought her
right hand between us.  She pressed it against my chest and then moved it
down slowly.

   "So are you." I breathed and then blinked at how stupid that must have
sounded.

   "And so this is your clit, huh?" She giggled and I sucked a breath as
she gave my penis a squeeze through my dress.  "Is it big and hard?"

   "Yesss..." I sighed, pushing a little with my hips.

   "Oh, look at that...Aren't they beautiful?" Sonya was looking at Becky
and her mom and I couldn't help but stare at them.

   Nancy was sitting on the bed with her legs spread, naked now, with Becky
undressed as well and kneeling on the floor between her mother's spread
legs.  My girlfriend was licking Nancy's pussy, making soft wet happy
noises while her mom stroked her hair and whispered words of encouragement.

   "Let's take this off so it doesn't get dirty, huh?" Sonya was
unbuttoning my dress and I just stood there, unable to do anything but let
her.

   I'd had no idea that Becky had sex with her mom and Sonya.  She'd never
said a single word about it to me and I didn't think we had any secrets,
but I guess this was what my mom had meant when she said it wasn't the sort
of thing people talked about, that incest stuff.  Becky had seemed so
innocent with me the day before though, it was just really strange to her
kissing her own mom's pussy.

   Sonya soon had my dress undone and she lowered it slowly, smiling when
she saw my hard dark nipples and then giving a little gasp of her own when
she uncovered my hard penis trapped beneath the lace of my pretty panties.

   "Oh, look at that." Sonya said, mostly to herself.  "A nice hard girl
cock, so pretty..."

   She rubbed it slowly with her hand, massaging me through the lace and
finally kneeling down to kiss it.  She didn't take it out though, she just
kissed and licked at the outline of my penis, at the shape of it, and that
was like some sort of torture because it felt so different and nice.  I
wanted her to take it out and kiss it like Ms.  Peterson did after school;
I probably could have squirted my stuff pretty fast.  But she didn't.

   "Do you want to take my panties off?" I breathed.

   "Oh no, let's leave them on, Amanda, they're so sexy." Sonya was
standing up.  "Why don't you go lick Becky, I know she'd love that.  Just
get right behind her...Go on..."

   Sonya practically led me over to the bed like a dog and nancy smiled
when she saw me.

   "Oh wow, sexy!" Nancy giggled and then pushed Becky's mouth back down to
her pussy as the girl started to lift her head.  "Keep licking, sweety."
Nancy murmured to her daughter.

   "Here you go..." Sonya was gentle, but insistent and I didn't want to
refuse her anyway.

   Becky was on her hands and knees, lapping noisily at Nancy's sex and
Sonya had me get down the same way.  She urged Becky to spread her legs and
I was soon licking my best friend's pussy from behind.  She was already a
little wet and as my tongue entered her, splitting the girl's small outer
lips, I tasted the strong flavor of her teenage vagina.  Sonya held my head
for a few minutes and I was barely aware of her when she let go of me
finally.  I was enjoying Becky's flavor and she was rocking her hips,
pushing back against my face happily.

   Barely 3 or 4 minutes after I started Sonya was behind me, whispering in
my ear.  "Fuck her now, Amanda, put your big penis in our little girl..."
She was guiding me gently, reaching down to pull my panty to the side,
keeping it in place but freeing my long hard penis so that it stuck
straight out beneath me.

   "That's it...let me help..." Sonya was holding my cock and guiding me to
Becky's waiting sex.  I groaned as the woman rubbed my cockhead over
Becky's pussy and finally I could push a little, sliding my cock slowly
inside while Becky moaned softly into her mother's pussy.

   "Fuck her, Amanda...I want to see my baby getting fucked..." Nancy was
breathing hard, staring at the scene in front of her as I pushed my cock
all the way home into Becky's hot tight sex.  She felt just as good now as
she had the day before, maybe even better since I could move a little more.

   "Does it hurt, sweetie?" Nancy was asking Becky, letting the 13 year old
lift her glistening wet face long enough to nod her head.

   "Just a little, mommy." Then Becky looked at me, smiling and licking her
lips.  "It's okay though...don't stop...please..." She was panting for air
and I smiled back.

   "Okay." I nodded, leaning forward so I could kiss her, pressing my chest
to Becky's back as I moved my penis back and forth inside her.  I could
taste Nancy on Becky's lips and tongue, similar but different, and I liked
it.

   "Okay, Amanda...I'm gonna help you now..." I heard Sonya behind me as
she pulled my panties down around my thighs, and then I felt something cool
and smooth and a little wet maybe on my butthole.

   I turned to look, pressing my cock all the way inside Becky and pausing.
She'd gone back to licking her mother and Nancy was nodding happily, her
fingers clutching Becky's hair and guiding the girl's movements.

   "What are you doing?" I asked Sonya., taking a sharp breath as I felt
something hard pushing against my butt.

   "I'm going to fuck you, Amanda...While you fuck Becky..." She smiled and
I could just see the thing she was wearing around her waist, like a cheap
belt with something attached to it.  Something vaguely like a penis, but
different.  It was purple and sort of clear, almost, like a child's toy,
except Sonya was trying to put it inside my butt.

   "I...I never did that..." I told her, feeling my stomach knotting up.  I
wondered if it would hurt very much.  The purple thing didn't look really
big, but I hadn't seen all of it either.

   "Good." Sonya giggled.  "I love breaking little cherry girls in the
ass!"

   She was pushing then, and urging me to keep making love to Becky at the
same time, but it was hard.  I groaned as that purple penis seemed to
stretch my butt way too far and it hurt, like a raw burning sensation at
first.  I tried getting away, but the only place I could go was forward and
that just pushed my cock all the way into Becky's hot sex.

   "Keep moving, Amanda...come on...let's fuck now, girl..." Sonya was
saying to me, spanking my butt lightly every now and then to spur me on.

   And we were fucking too.  The pain wasn't horrible, it was just sharp at
first, like a hot dull knife going so far up my butt I thought I'd taste it
in a second, but then the pain went away mostly, leaving just the heat
behind, and sort of a cramp feeling.  It even started feeling good once
Sonya started moving faster and I tried to move as well, sliding my cock in
and out of Amanda, while Sonya was sliding back and forth inside of me.

   Becky was enjoying it too and even though she was sore, it must have
felt really good having my penis back inside her vagina.  She was making
soft sounds deep in her throat and wriggling her butt around, pushing back
every time I pushed forward so that my cock would go as deep as it could.
She wasn't licking her mom very much anymore and Nancy finally let her go.

   "Your turn, Amanda...lick me now..." Nancy got off the bed, spreading
her legs so she could straddle Becky, who just laid her head down on the
carpet, keeping her butt high in the air so I could fuck her pussy good.

   Nancy took my face gently in her hands and stepped closer, bringing her
pussy to my mouth.  She had a lot of hair and it was wet with Becky's spit
and her own juices and I could smell the woman's excitement.  Maybe she
didn't cum yet, I didn't know, but she'd gotten really wet already anyway.
I found her clit right away, hard like a little penis, and I sucked and
kissed it while Sonya fucked me in the butt and I kept fucking Becky's
tight hot pussy.

   I was cumming soon after that and it was like a train or something,
rushing through my blood and out through my penis.  My testicles got tight
and I felt dizzy, like when you stand up too fast and everything goes dark
for a minute.  I couldn't breath and then I was gasping with pleasure.  My
penis spurting hard and fast, flooding my little girlfriend with my sperm.

   "Yeah...cum for us, Amanda..." Sonya breathed behind me.

   "Make a baby for us...good girl, our sweet good girl..." Nancy was
talking too.

   "Ohhh....God...I feeeel it..." Becky moaned, lifting her head and
arching her beck.  She was cumming too, maybe cause she could feel my hot
cum spraying inside her womb, shooting against her cervix and soaking
though to find her egg.

   Sonya jammed her purple penis deep inside me, making me grunt with a
little flash of confusing pain that actually felt sorta good, and then she
held it there while she and Nancy kissed deeply.  I just caught sight of
them for a second before Becky's mom was pulling my mouth back to her sex.
She loved to be licked and Sonya loved to fuck and I knew it was going to
be a fun week making sure Becky was pregnant.

   I just wished we didn't have to move.

   End chapter 4 End Girl Trouble rache696@yahoo.com
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